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vorrutyer

[ By doesn't flinch. He just looks up at Dorian, steadily, his face cold and still. (He detests the fact that there's a little tremble of fear in him when Dorian comes close, when he almost touches Byerly. What a fucking coward he is.) ]

So that's it, then? You want our friendship dissolved? I'm not holding you here.

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flashystyle

No, that isn't it, then, God—is that really what you think I'm saying?

[He deflates at that, leaning back and slowly coming to frown.]

I came here... I came here to tell you that I'm sorry, and that I care about you more than I can express or explain, more than most, and I've done a shit job of showing it, but... I don't understand why we got here, and why you didn't just let go.

From:

vorrutyer

[ Byerly shrugs - but he looks away, his lips thinning. It's clear enough that he knows why, but he doesn't want to say. Pride keeps him from saying. Pride, and a deep discomfort with that phrase - I care about you, I care about you. Why? Well, that was your first mistake, wasn't it, Dorian? Don't break your heart over a piece of trash. It was made to be thrown away. ]

Do you want forgiveness?

From:

flashystyle

[He stands back, crossing his arms and looking around like he doesn't quite know where to put himself.]

No.

From:

vorrutyer

Well, neither of us possess time magic to undo these deeds, so I can't offer you that.

[ At least it's these deeds, now, plural, rather than just the shit you pulled. ]

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flashystyle

I did make that, once upon a time.

[No, not the time for gloating. God.]

I don't expect you to offer me anything, I just wanted you to know that. And I will do anything to make up for my... deeds, should that be necessary. And I'm an incredible ass at apologizing, so I apologize... for the manner in which I apologized.

From:

vorrutyer

[ Rather mockingly: ]

Dear, dear. What happened to the fellow who was calling me out for my own misdeeds just a moment ago?

From:

flashystyle

Oh, should I continue antagonizing you into telling me why? I do desperately want to know what possessed you to carry on with it, but someone just recently told me that I shouldn't act on anger.

From:

vorrutyer

I think I told you not to set me on fire.

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flashystyle

You're fishing for another argument—[Okay, well, he is still angry, so he guesses they're doing this now.] Why are you fishing for another fucking argument, Byerly? The same reason you didn't let go? I'm sober this time, I'll give you that, perfect opportunity while we're all fired up.

From:

vorrutyer

[ Tersely: ]

What a turn of phrase.

From:

flashystyle

[He gives a sardonic smile.]

Oh, yes, I agree. But I should take that back since I'm really the only one fired up, you're just being rather difficult, when I really don't know what you're afraid of...

From:

vorrutyer

[ That gets a little under his skin. No - honestly, his nerves are shattered. He reaches out and grabs for the bottle of moonshine, then, and pops the cork, and drains it like it's water. Like mother's milk.

After four or five big gulps, he lowers the bottle, apparently unmoved. ]

I've already told you everything. Not my fault you were too shitfaced to remember.

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flashystyle

[It's unnerving, watching him drink like that. What if he goes and spends the evening even more miserable if he does, or he's angry, or...

Ah. That train of thought's rather ironic, he realizes.]

I told you to let go of me.

From:

vorrutyer

[ Clipped and clinical, he responds: ]

So you did. And I didn't.

[ And he goes for another long slug from the bottle. He'd trained himself to drink like this as a party trick, first. Later, it became a way to just...drink more, faster. He hasn't been drinking like this in a while, but it seems like a time to start back up again. ]

From:

flashystyle

I told you twice. I told you I didn't want to hurt you.

[God, he really wants to take that bottle from him. But he'd already been an ass, he can't afford to be a hypocritical ass.]

I didn't want to.

From:

vorrutyer

Oh, come now, Dorian, that's clearly not true. I wasn't threatening your life. You were in no danger. It was a choice you made. I don't know why you made the choice - [ Another slug, and he wipes his hand across his mouth. ] But you made it. I suppose the chance to go out and kill simply wasn't to be missed, eh?

From:

flashystyle

Go out and kill— don't be ridiculous! That's the last thing I think about when I'm with you!

[He balls a fist through his own hair, turning and walking to go look out a window. He'll lose his head if he keeps watching him drink like that.]

I didn't think you would go and just grab me like you did. I panicked. I know it was wrong, and stupid, but I couldn't think when you wouldn't let go, and I didn't know what else to do. I didn't want to fucking hurt you.

From:

vorrutyer

The last thing, is it?

[ There's a clearer sort of anger in his voice. Powerful indeed, to overcome the detached clinical numbness that alcohol always brings him. ]

You said that if you were attacked, you'd burn them to death. No hesitation. So worst-case scenario, you get jumped and get murdered. Best-case, you get jumped and kill them. Painfully. Or maybe it's the other way around, best-case-worst-case.

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flashystyle

That didn't apply to you! None of that applied to you, because I didn't think you'd ever lay a fucking hand on me!

[Dorian doesn't bother keeping his temper in check any longer, regardless of it he came here to apologize and move on. He tried to push it out of his mind, focus on making it up to him, but he should know by now he can't keep anything from this insanely difficult bastard. He's not well-trained; his insecurities always seep through his shield.]

But you did! So it looks like we were both wrong about what things we would or wouldn't do.

From:

vorrutyer

[ He's drunk enough, now, for honesty. Maybe that was why he drank. Maybe that was what he wanted. ]

Dorian, I do not give a solitary shit about myself. You're a mage powerful enough to take out half the city if you wanted to. What the hell are you doing, using that on people who don't have a prayer of fighting back against you? It's dirty. It's dishonorable.

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flashystyle

[He doesn't take a bite out of sarcasm so much as consume the entirety of it, dripping with every word.]

Oh, yes, let me think of a scenario where I'm honorable. [He clears his voice, clasping his hands together with a smile.] Please, sir, would you consider not jumping me so I can be on my way? You will? Oh, joyous day! Thank you very much, I care too much about being honorable when I'm at a severe disadvantage otherwise!

From:

vorrutyer

Then don't put yourself in that situation at all.

[ He takes another swig of alcohol. ]

But you chose. You chose to be there. It's one thing to endanger yourself, but to put the lives of others on the line - the common people - I'm a complete worthless fuck-up of a Vor, Dorian, but even I know that's unacceptable.

From:

flashystyle

[He's right about that. Dorian knows he's right about that. He isn't plastered this time, so rather than get up in arms, he lowers his and his voice.]

You're a Vor, Byerly, you don't understand. It's first instinct. From the moment you come into the world, someone wants you dead, and it's better they are before they get the chance. [A beat.] It was wrong to be there. It was wrong to be there, shitfaced. You're right about that.

From:

vorrutyer

[ He shakes his head sharply. ]

Someone wants you dead. Meaning your fellow - [ Oh, hell, what's the term. ] Magisters? [ Close enough. ] Then take out your wrath on them. The ones who can be just as vicious back. Not your inferiors. [ And then, with a shake of his head - ] I swore that I would never have any brook with a man who was a bully.